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OOC: I don't usually like to start things when I'm in the middle of another thread (I'm in the middle of 2) but I can't resist her getting in trouble and what the hey, it's liquid time. :3 Anyone can play the wolf and anyone apart of Swift River pack is welcome. --- Makita pushed herself along in an energetic romp through the snow. She twitched her nose when she smelt the smell of another wolf. She stopped momentarily, her tail standing up in the air and wagging gently. Her dark golden eyes searched around through the trees that surrounded her short brown body. Nothing stirred, nothing sounded. Seeing this, Makita let the edges of her lips curve into a smile and she bounded away in a playful run like she used to do when she was little, a wee pup. Only happy thoughts were running through her mind - even though she had so many things to be sad about - as it was a good day for her. The sunlight filtered through the trees and made her back warm - dispite the wet and cold snow that rested on the forest floor. She had had a good hunting day and was filled with a plump rabbit and a mouse she managed to grab as it scurried away from it's winter den. --- Makita burst into a very quick run, as being fast was one of her skills. The scent of wolf became stronger and stronger, to the point that Makita slowed to nearly a stop, taking very small paw steps forward. Her eyebrows - or what a wolf has of eyebrows - creased and her dark golden eyes narrowed. Her smile faded and her tail dropped as she took another paw step forward. That's when she realized. She was on Swift River Pack land. She stopped, but it was too late. In front of her, a little to the right, was a wolf. A low white emitted from her chest as fear took over her. She had been chased out plenty of times, but this wolf was of great size and her day was ruined if things went badly. Nervousness coursed through her veins as she watched the wolf, and slowly, very slowly, the wolf turned.

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Makita's ears pricked at the voice. Her paws hit one another and she came tumbling in the snow, rolling head first through it. She giggled to herself at her playful crash, and lifted her head. She became serious as her dark golden eyes focused in on an older wolf, older than her at least. He stood tall and large, with eyes almost as bright a blue as her sister - even though she didn't think anyone in the whole world had eyes as bright and beautiful as her sister's. His fur was a mixture of creams that faded to grey and white. He was a wolf that Makita certainly didn't want to mess with. His voice called out across the crisp air between them. His voice was stiff, hard. His eyes were the same, dull and serious. Something made him curious, like he was searching for something. She sniffed the air with her dark black nose. He didn't appear to be of a pack, even though the smell of a pack was surrounding her. It would be seconds until a wolf finally found them, and that would be horrible for them to find both her and the other, as they were usually more fierce while chasing them out then. Makita nodded her head to him before narrowing her eyes. "Hello, there." she murmured cautiously. Her eyes watched him as he stared at her, his hard blue eyes making her drop her eyes to the place she had fallen in the snow, as white as her mother, moments ago. Nervously, Makita waited for a response. She knew nothing of this wolf - but she did know she needed to get out of here. OOC: Sorry, writers block. >.<

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"Cats can't even get close to me." she narrowed her eyes, her voice stubborn, though it wasn't rude or cruel. As the wolf came close to her - he was very large - she let her chest puff out as far as she could and stood as tall as her delicate paws and short legs would let her and held her head high. Her golden eyes watched the wolf suspiciously. She hadn't had the best luck with strangers so far in her life, she wasn't going to automatically trust him. A very lovely fur color and pattern.. I have to admit. she listened to him say. His voice had changed, not so edgy, but more of a professional, complex tone. Her ears perked at his name, Kenit. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. It was as if it was casual for him to just blurt out his name to strangers - which certainly wasn't the case with Makita. She had been chased away and attacked more times than she could count and trust didn't come easy with Makita. "Wonderful. I - she hesitated, her eyes watching Kenit's brilliant blue. "I guess you could call me Makita. Makita watched Kenit circle around her, settling in front of her and wrapping his light tail around his paws. She tilted her head out of curiosity. "So, Kenit, why are you here? You are too thin to possibly be a Swift River wolf.. am I correct?" she asked, knowing how it was like to live the harsh life of a loner.

Whether it was the pure amount of time, and lack of knowing what to do with it, or something else the young lad was out scouting. At first it was the different parts of the grove, sometimes where he'd chased the mice. Others where he hadn't stepped foot. Today Indru's scent marker of Swift River lands intrigued him enough he was following it. Time to time someone who didn't belong passed the line, a natural occurrence he'd learn, but to him he was only outlining his home carried by his brother's scent. To the young Tainn tresspassing was sorta a no brainer. There was no mistake you had placed foot into someone's home when it was stated. Yet some little blobs couldn't wrap their head around this. This was one of those times. At first a girl's scent caught his attention, he paused taking a little time to fully decipher it. Of coarse he could have assumed she belonged, but she did not smell anything like Swift River wolves. This Triell knew was not good. If she was looking for a home the decent thing would have been to howl for the leader, the pup knew that. Sighing, with furrowed brows his long legs traced her wandering path.

The path was soon met by another stranger's tracks, and black ears pinned back to his skull. Who did these wolves think they were to go prancing around. The black lad paused, hesitating to continue or find Indru. Hmm, he really didn't want to leave the wolves wandering further. Surely someone else would notice. Hmm, clear on his choice he pressed on knowing he could call for someone if needed. It was not long till Triell found the two wolves, one a large brute, and the girl. The heat rushed down his spine, and his hair stood on end like a wild hyenas. The young Tainn was only eight, nearly nine months, but he was a good sized pup growing into his large paws and was the least bit scared."I think neither of you are Swift River wolves." He stated. His stance was bold, the orange glow of his eyes menacing. On an adult it would of been a certain no funny bussiness or I'll rip your face off look, on him not quite as intimidating for lack of size. The gesture was all the same.

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Makita threw her head around. What her golden eyes saw was a wolf, a little bit younger than her but not by much. He stood as tall as his paws would let him and his eyes, lit with an orange glow, looked furious. The she - wolf had no excuse, she shouldn't be here. But, it innocently started out as her little romp in the snow, enjoying the winter - something she didn't get to do very often at all. Her eyes flitted to Kenit, and then back to the wolf. What was there to say? She had no excuse. The brindle brown she - wolf lowered herself, but only slightly. It was a sign that she was not a threat, but she refused to back down. Makita was hard headed, though she wasn't going to ask for a fight in front of Kenit and the rest of the world. She also let her ears fall slightly, but also not too much. Her golden eyes remained on his as she spoke gently. "I'm on the pack land.." she murmured, to herself really. She hadn't realized it, but she did now. "I - I'm sorry.. I won't hurt anything.. I'll leave.." she glanced back at Kenit, who was much larger than her, and the other, who was around the same size as her. She didn't want to fight with either one. Makita watched as the wolf glared at them. It wouldn't be happening if it weren't for her. In a few short moments, the wolf would probably glare and chase her off or call to the wolves that would chase her off. Perhaps they weren't kind. Perhaps they wanted to hurt her. Perhaps - perhaps she should just leave right now. OOC: It's like 11:30 at night and I'm tired. Sorry for the writers block.

ooc; sounds good shadow. i think i'm pretty good jungling confusing time post, nice cori post by the way. katsmu, and kat Triell's a big boy (or should i say hotty i mean haughty teenager) lol we aren't scared.

Triell saw the female's regrets, but still did not recompose himself. She after all wasn't fully submitting, and her sorries only seemed to be for the situation she was in now. "Yes, you are on packlands, and I might believe you mean no harm. So yes, you best be on your way or asking to join." He stated, through tightened teeth. The male finally seemed to realize they were no longer alone, showing his weapons. Maybe it was the fierce, stubborn blood Triell had in him, but he didn't think twice about backign down. The large brute, ya he must have been born yesterday. Growling at a child, what a big wolf he was. Any idiot knew if you joined a pack you don't wander into the middle of it and expect kind greetings. That was down right pathetic, it would get you no where if the leader had any sense, and those words right there were least respectful. Triell was no prince, but he did know his place unlike the brute. Perhaps it was a good thing he was not the size of his brother's yet, the wolf wouldn't let his trap go jabbering so loosely.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, when he spoke of them joning. "Ha, fat chance your here to join, I see you might have your teeth but you left your wits with your mother if that's how you think you join a pack." He stated, every sinew of muscle strung like a tight bow. The lad didn't care who was bigger, Triell knew his skills, and anyone could outrun a bumbling, grizzly bear. If he lacked hunting by himself he made for it with the wrestling matches he'd had with his brothers. Calling him a pup was nearly another strike. "Pup, am I? I do not turn heal and run like a coward, you might though if you don't scurrying along... " He puffed, more then agitated with this arrogant stud. Did he not know what a pack of wolves were? The she wolf was obviously the smarter of the pair, and Triell had no interest in attacking her if she did leave, like she'd spoken.

No longer did he utter his threat when a reinforcement was already here. Cori, he wanted to cheer when her scent pressed his nostrils. He did not look at her, only raised his lips, when she snarled at the two. Stating pretty much what he had, but in a more clear, cut way. If these wolves learned anything it would be don't underestimate anyone. Of coarse he was thrilled someone else was here, and was happy to have another member showing Swift River was no place to pass into without purpose. So the more his respect of Cori there was.